Not for the first time, he wished he commanded a highly trained bunch of soldiers instead of a ragtag mob of rejects in varying stages of alcoholism.

Cynicism was a one-way path, and once taken the way back was lost forever.

Once upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison.

Don't confuse contentment with happiness.

Imagination is as close as we will ever be to godhead . . . for in imagination, we can create wonders.

But time has a way of stealthily deciding a person’s mind without her conscious knowledge, and as she studied and procrastinated, Poison found one day that she had come to know her choice.

If there was one thing worse than being cheated, it was being cheated by someone who referred to themselves in the third person.